AN: i know i still have a jade x rose request to do i just have no muse for that one yet sigh sorry u_u feel free to leave more requests!

i swear i'm getting worse at writing as time goes by lmao

what is it w me n hair fanfics ;u;

Chapter 8: John [heart] Kanaya

"All done!"

Your eyes flutter open almost instantly, darting to the mirror she held a foot or two away, angled delicately to catch the neatly-trimmed ends and stubborn wisps of hair that added the signature charm to your overall appearance. It was a Friday night - originally planned to be a movie night among friends, an idea that was shot to hell when everyone was informed by a certain significant other of yours of the single choice you offered, hey, you can't even blame yourself, Con Air's a classic, you even have it on VHS in, like, relatively mint condition, minus that sticky patch of dried apple juice, thanks a lot, Dave-

"Oh, go on, tell me! Do you like it?"

Oh, yeah.

It was a Friday night and you, out of the extreme kindness of your heart and sheer infatuation for your lovely Kanaya, allowed your favorite girl - sorry, Grandma - to touch up your 'do.

Well, or so she claimed, but even the brief look at the mirror held before you proved that choice of words was a lie specifically altered to lure you into the scissor trap. A good portion of your locks was hacked off, but, surprisingly, you didn't look all that bad. You could actually seeover the rim of your glasses now, and, hey, it's been a while since you've seen your forehead.

"Heeeyyyy, who's that handsome devil? Fancy meeting you here, you come here often? How you doin'?" No period of excessive self-flattery could be complete without an homage to the great Joey Tribbiani of Friends, you remind yourself, once again interrupted by Kanaya's elegant voice addressing you in an anxious tone.

"John, perhaps you have forgotten it was your hair I was given permission to work on, not your entire appearance, no matter how much I begged..." The ending portion was muttered, but you could still hear it as she always spoke clearly enough regardless of volume.

"Oh, is that so? Those sound a lot like fighting words to me, Kanaya."

"Really? Oh, that's peculiar, I believe I spoke gently enough that-oh. Oh." The slightest of smirks crossed her dark, plump lips, and she set the mirror down to challengingly crack her knuckles. "Then, as you always say, I suppose you should bring it on."

Hopping to your feet, you nudge your glasses farther up the bridge of your nose and heave a large breath. "Oh, Virgin Maryam, bring it, I shall!" With a giggle, she dashes off, opting to hide for the time being rather than face your wrath. Obviously. But you race after her, all the way up the stairs and into your bedroom. You manage to tackle her onto your bed - a feat she always claims to 'let' you achieve - and playfully pin her against the Ghostbuster sheets.

"Tell me!"

Her words are mixed with giggles, cheeks flushing from the excitement, "Tell you what?"

"Where. Is. My. Con Air tape!"

Her giggles quickly evolve into snickers, and she actually snorts from laughter. Kanaya. Snorting. "I don't know!"

"You don't know?" You take a sharp intake of breath to prevent a threatening outburst of laughs, "Well, then! I have other ways of making you talk..." Your hands travel from her wrists to her torso, just ghosting her curves and settling onto her waist. You fiddle with the hem of her shirt. "One last chance."

Her lips press into a thin line, to stifle either a lustful remark or more giggling.

"Mhmm." Your blue eyes narrow and your hands dart to her ribs, tickling her mercilessly. In a matter of seconds, you both tumble off the bed and land in a howling mass of laughs and jumbled words. "Ha ha! I have risen as victor!" you manage to blurt between laughs, "I broke Kanaya's cool! Woop!"

"Yes, but only for a short span of time, John!" she insists, squirming out from under you and straightening her shirt. She giggles as you scramble to your feet and reaches a hand up to you. "A bit of assistance?"

You grin devilishly down at her, "One condition."

"Oh, goodness, your Con Air tape is next to the-"

"Ohoho, not that."

Her neat eyebrows furrow together, "Oh? Then dare I ask what?"

Roughly thirty minutes elapse before the roles are switched, and you're excitedly holding a mirror up to Kanaya. She's analyzing her new 'do, a pixie cut a la Egbert, although it isn't that great of a difference from her previous cropped style. Still, you're proud, and you can't help bouncing on your heels and eagerly grinning at her. "Well?"

You can tell she's struggling to keep back a giggle as she eyes her reflection one last time, "How you doin'?"